The last bit of soap falls from my hands into the sink hole and I say a few curses under my breath, without being in too much of a bad mood, because I’d used the last bit of my annual quota of grief the day before.
Following the course of the race, and then waiting for the runners at the finish line, I met Teresa Jimenez, a Colombian-Venezuelan woman who is almost 80 years old. (21 photos)
When I left the home yesterday in the morning, the sky was cloudy and a joyous breeze made me think that some kind of magic would engulf the day; something special could happen.
It’s been quite some time since I last felt like writing. I feel like it’s the closest thing to rolling around in a pile of shit. I hope you’re not offended by my language, including the editor who I hope doesn’t censor me. But it’s a lot more honest than beating around the bush.
I step off the subway and, next to the National Assembly building, I see a truck fitted with loudspeakers and a stand where they are taking signatures against the Amnesty Law [approved by the legislature but being fought by the executive].
In the midst of the crisis, the government is announcing it will begin extracting coal, gold, diamonds and coltan in Zulia and southern Venezuela, because oil prices are very low and because we’ve already used up the country’s reserves.(26 photos)
The situation of healthcare in Venezuela has worsened considerably over these past months. Social networks have become the best means of finding medications. But, most of the time, these searches are fruitless.
On arriving back to Venezuela, I saw that the government finally admitted it, that it acknowledged the “economic war” it had condemned year after year is nothing other than the leadership’s corruption.
This past Sunday, I was on my way to meet with a friend when I noticed that a number of tourists were leaving the ocean drive area in a hurry, while others enthusiastically went up to meet the waves that crashed against the seawall with more and more impetus. (23 photos)
I arrived in Cuba at dawn and the first thing that struck me was the light: bright, vivid. Despite the strange, metallic structure that wrapped the Capitolio building, I was pleased by the relative cleanliness of its surroundings. Later, I realized…